by S. A. Mecham
“You don’t have to talk about this if you don’t want.”
“NO—I want to. I need to. Luck…” she spins around in my arms looking up at me before continuing, “you know that I was this close,” she puts her fingers up mimicking a one-inch size measurement, “to becoming a police officer myself.”
“No shit—what? Really…you? A cop?” I pull back in disbelief. But the thought crosses my mind and strangely I’m seeing her in a uniform, with gun and badge and the image is kind of sexy. “Well…what happened?”
“Logan happened. We were both in the police academy and I got pregnant. Logan made me leave. He said that it didn’t matter that I could work a desk job, he thought it was too dangerous,” she explains. I start to see the rage brew in her for this man; a rage that I can relate to as well.
“I don’t know much about him but I see that he was a very hated man. Did he ever put his hands on you? Did he ever hit you?” I ask but dredging the answer because what good does it do me now. I can’t kick a dead man’s ass.
“No. Never. At least he never physically abused me. But emotionally maybe, and the controlling behavior was so bad that I still worry choosing my own outfits, friends, food, or the neighborhood to live in. Everything was his decision. And I mean every, fucking, thing.”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry that you had to put up with all that those years.”
“Ten!” she blurts out, “ten long years I spent answering to his every request without question and now look where that landed me. I lost my son. My stuff is ruined and my apartment is destroyed.” Her sentences heat up and her breathing increases.
“You are not alone! I’m here with you, Ava. And I won’t ever tell you what to do nor will I try to control you. I want you independent. It’s damn sexy!” I try to assure her but I can see that her mind is going over the past and she’s not hearing me. “Hey!” I kiss her breaking her focus.
“Huh…hey, sorry I didn’t mean to go off,” She adds smiling up at me.
“Why don’t you go upstairs and take a long shower. I know that you will feel better after. I’m going to go have look around outside before it is completely dark out and I can’t see anything.”
“Yes…yes, I like that idea.”
**
Her beautiful body is spread out on top of the pink satin bedcover. She’s completely naked and I notice that she’s still a little wet from the shower. I turn off the light and she doesn’t move she must have fallen asleep before she could even get dressed.
I quickly push my pants down stepping out of them leaving them on the floor. I yank my shirt off with one tug tossing it onto the floor next to my pants.
I place my hands on the end of the bed as I climb into bed with her, careful not to wake her I ease body alongside hers spooning her from the side. She shifts a little once I slide my hands around her soft, supple belly. The things I want to do to her now as feel her skin against mine are adding up but I resist my urgent to do what I want. She needs to rest and I need to keep my head on straight and once I’m inside of her again I’m out of my head. There’s nothing else but her once we start fucking.
“I missed you,” she moves, but she keeps her eyes closed. “I thought you were going to join me in the shower?”
“I would have, you were too quick for me.” I squeeze her while nudging up against her so she can feel how excited she’s got me. “I had to check out the surrounding area around the outside, but I’m sorry I took so long I would have loved to have joined you,” I groan into her ear, grabbing a nibble of her lobe. “The things I want to do to you might be illegal in most states…” I let out.
“Really? Like…” Her eyes pop open and are met by mine.
“No…I’m not going to tell you what I want. I want you to tell me what you want…me. To. Do. To. You.” I bite into her lobe with each word causing her to moan. “Tell me?”
“Taste me,” she almost shouts, proudly opening up her legs for me. “Touch me and taste me,” she demands and I am set into instant motion wedging myself in between her thighs. I grab a hold of her ass cheeks each one in hand and I dive my face in like I’m eating a watermelon. Sucking, drinking and licking up every juicy bit of her. She softly moans but I don’t want soft. I want her loud.
“Let me hear you girl,” I look up at her. She’s got her eyes clenched shut. “Look at me,” I plea. She opens her eyes nodding letting out a sigh.
“Yes…ok…I just feel—”
“No one can hear you yell but me. Let me hear you. Let it out.” I pull myself onto my knees peering down at her as she nods. I free my hardness letting flop out. She nods faster with a long moan like I’m already in her. “Oh no, I’m not giving this yet not until I make you come first.” I take her by her hips ramping her up onto my resting knees. She gasps. I squeeze her tush in my hands for a minute returning my full attention back to her wet crease. I flick it with my fingers, back and forth causing a sweet slapping sound. She groans, tightening her stomach muscle bearing down on my knees I can feel her flood my lap. I reposition myself with my dick in hand and I slide my thick shaft slowly through her crease, but not inside her, which makes her grunt.
“What do you want me to do with this?” I push my tip around in small circular movements over her gorged wetness. “You want me to put it in?”
She shakes her head as she pulls back away from me to move down taking me into her hand. She pausing briefly looking at me before placing me inside of her mouth. Sliding my tip in first before pulling it back out completely ending with a suck, she smiles but says nothing and I am too shocked to speak.
Chapter Six
I take him into my mouth and it’s my first time doing so. I don’t want him to know how inexperienced I am. He has opened up a door inside of me that I’m gladly walking through today and I’m happy it’s with him. His expression says it all. I can’t describe how empowering this feels knowing what power I have over him. He bucks his hips in my face moaning loudly and I know he has no control over himself anymore. I want him to yell. I want him to make a stupid face and lose his senses. I wrap my hands around his firmness slowing and pumping it while barreling it down, deeply down my throat. I choke a little and he whimpers a bit like it pushed a button on him once he feels the back of my throat.
“Uh…ah…careful don’t choke!” He groans before bucking forward like his hips have a mind of their own. “Uh…ahhh…I…love…you!” He adds his breathing becomes strained. I increase my sucking with more strength and speed. He starts bouncing, moaning and his head flops backward. He takes a hold of my head easing himself back in and out and I let him take control. Suddenly he pulls back yanking out of my mouth. I’m shocked.
“Did I do something wrong?”
He looks at me not saying anything. His out of breath and shaking a little, he shakes his head letting me know that he just can’t speak. I’ve made him breathless. He grabs me up closing my mouth with his and I feel him push up inside of me. Both of us on our knees, in one motion we roll backward onto the bed with him on top of me and deep inside. He yanks out of me again and rolls me onto my stomach before sliding back up inside of me again. I’m so wet and turned on by him. I push back into him letting him go deeper and it feels like I can taste him again his that's how deep he is in me. He rams down into me repeatedly for several minutes causing those moans he so wanted out of me to echo the room. He hits deep and I come, yelling out incoherent babble which is followed by his roar and his shaking.
***
“Rise and shine, beautiful! It is time to get up,” Luck bellows, waking me from my slumber. Somehow I’ve managed to sleep in so long that he’s up already and from the sounds and smells I can tell he’s downstairs making coffee, my favorite wakeup aid.
“Be right there…” I shout eyes still shut. “I hope that’s coffee I smell?”
“It is…come on down here. It’s a gorgeous day; let’s go for a hike or something?” He says and I can hear the excitement in his voice which sends me to
my feet, dying to see what has him so happy.
***
I get dressed in a flash and hurry down the stairs where I see Luck standing by the counter. He is leaning on it with one hand, wearing a huge grin, and he has a coffee thermos in his other hand. He is wearing a tight black tee-shirt which is clinging to his firm chest and a pair of blue jeans. I try not to sigh out loud. Even without that gorgeous blonde hair he is the same hunky man I fall for in one night. His blue eyes somehow twinkle a little when he smiles, making it hard for me not to smile back.
“Good morning, Ava I trust you slept well? You sure look rested.” His eyes roam my body and I giggle. “Here I have some coffee all ready for you in a to-go container.” I take it from him, and raise it to my lips, sipping it.”Come on, I have to get out of here. I hate being cooped up like a caged animal, you know.”
I nod. “Agreed.” I spot the incredible wilderness view out the kitchen window. “Holy shit…what a sight!”
“I know. Let’s go.”
***
We’re halfway down this small peak when I lose my footing for a moment causing me to fall face first. I use my knee to stop my fall. Luck is in front of me and doesn’t see it happen. I move to stand up but then I stop because I see my cell phone on the ground next to my feet. It is face up and I can see that the screen is cracked. I start to sob.
Luck turns and races to my aid but I remain on my knees so he gets down on his knees alongside me. “Are you hurt? Do you need me to help you up?” He presses with his hands on my back and arm.
I continue to cry but say, “I am not crying about the pain in my knee or that I broke my damn phone,” I point to it, “I am crying because I have just lost the only pictures that I have of my son. Everything I own besides the few amounts of clothes that I brought with me, is back in that apartment. I didn’t grab anything but the essentials.”
“Don’t worry Ava you will have full custody of your son again. I still have those gems and coins to fence and once I do we’ll have no more money issues. For a while at least.” He tries to calm me with such a sweet tone that it lifts me up inside.
“You make me want to try harder but I don’t know what more I can do. Money isn’t the real issue anymore.” The crushing blow of reality sounds from a place in me and I lose my battle with my demons as I feel them rip away all my hopes. “I’m the problem.” I stand up moving down the trail without looking at him. “I’m a piece of shit—and I have nothing to offer my son,” I snap.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Luck voices from behind me, but I don’t turn to listen. “Nothing is more important than the love of a mother,” he tries but I snap back again.
“Love isn’t what my son needs. He needs support, stability, and safety. I have none of that to offer him.” I feel my pulse increase but yet I can’t quite catch my breath. I am still ahead of him when I feel his hands on my shoulders.
“Don’t beat yourself up Ava, most people probably feel like they are the worst parents ever, but it is usually the parents who don’t ever wonder if they are or aren’t, that worry me.” He wraps me in his arms from behind ending my heated march. “Support comes from money, we got that. Stability comes from consist action over time and we will do that together. And finally…” he pauses spinning me to face him, “I agree with you that we are not in the safest environment right now,” he admits, “but I will work on that too and I will set you up and little dude ‘Dragon’,” he smiles and I smile back as he continues, “with a nice place far away from these men,” and after a moment ads, “and I will stay away if I have to, in order to keep you both safe.”
“What? You better not go anywhere,” I say taking his chin in my hand. “You didn’t cause my safety issue, my son’s dead father did.”
His eyes widen and he straightens up but he seems to be looking over my shoulder and his attention isn’t on me at all. “Turn around…” he spins me around, “look what we stumbled upon.”
Chapter Seven
Ava darts out of my arms heading straight towards the water. I start following laughing at this beautiful, proud lady peeling her clothes off before diving in.
She pops up out the water springing up with her gorgeous breasts bouncing and I jump in after her.
The water is warm like bath water. “Come over here,” I say while waving her over to me. She giggles swimming over to me. The steamy mist from the hot springs rises up my belly tickling me a bit.
“It is a natural hot spring, Luck,” she explains to me, thinking I don’t know already, which makes me smile.
“I know Ava you’re silly and damn gorgeous all soaking wet. Come over here.” I repeat before trailing behind her as she takes off over to the other side of the small pond we’re in. “Do you want me to chase you?”
“Yes!” She yells. I shake my head but I’m loving every minute of this and I think that she's forgotten her troubles for the moment. “Come on and chase me already or are you afraid of water?”
I dive into the shallow water careful not to hit my head on the bottom. The water is dark and I can’t see underneath the surface as I make me way over to her quickly. Emerging from the water I grip her by the waist just as I come up. She jumps in my arms surprised and she yells out before she jumps onto me wrapping her hands around the back of my neck.
Her huge brown eyes are beaming such love and happiness and I know that no one has loved me more and never will. She smiles before she kisses me and I say just as her lips hit mine, “Marry me, Ava!” I raise my brows awaiting her response but she just looks at me like it didn’t register. “Will you marry me?” I press. I watch her face change from confused to a familiar look from our very brief history; that look where she might want to smack me makes its appearance again. I become suddenly aware that I haven’t taken a breath since setting that question into motion.
“Yes.” She sighs with a cute grin at the end. “Yes, I will marry you, Luke.” And with those sweet words, this woman ends my fears and I take a huge breath which rolls into laughter.
“You had me worried for a minute there,” I say and she rolls her eyes with no rude intent before laughing with me. I pull her close. I cover her face in kisses before adding more to her neck. I feel her nipples harden and her smooth skin slips underneath my hands.
“You never need to worry about how I feel about you. I will love you forever,” she assures me. She pushes all the right buttons in me all at once.
I kiss her slowly making her lips wet with my tongue and I feel her hands on me from underneath the water she slides me up inside of her and I press myself back up into that familiar spot, deep inside of her again. We kiss. Fuck. Moan. Splash. And finally, we come all in minutes I don’t keep count of.
***
Somehow we have managed to shed our adultness for hours now as we float in the warm spring water.
“I think this is the best vacation I have ever had,” she says before bursting into laughter. “I’m kind of serious. Other then the fight, your hair getting shaved, my hair getting scalped, the poor horses, and Abby; this is the only vacation I actually got out and had some fun.”
“You are too funny,” I pull her floating body over to me so I can kiss her. “What exactly do you do for a living anyway, I haven’t ever asked you?”
“It’s boring…trust me,” she says bouncing up out of the water into my face. “Tell me what was in all those books in your room back at your grandparents’?” She changes subjects.
“Huh…oh the books in my room…” I ask before I realize she’s talking about my writing journals. “You must be talking about my writing journals.” She grows deeply attentive while nodding. “My grandma Pearl gave me my first journal and one every year since until she died. She told me that I had a gift and that I was supposed to be the family scribe. I had no idea she was talking about at the time I was only like nine or ten.”
“Awe…that’s so adorable. What did you write?”
“I wrote poems mostly. Sometimes I would
just put my thoughts to paper so that they were out of my head where they could cause problems. If I didn’t get them out, I mean. I know I’m strange.” I shake my head at my explanation and she stands up hugging me.
“Whatever, you are perfect. What little boy has writing journals and isn’t like the coolest most Poe-like person alive. I’m very impressed.” She smiles. I am stuck on the fact that she knows who the hell Poe is and I fall just a little bit more in love with her. “You had a whole bookshelf full of those journals. I would love to read them one day if you’d let me.”
“Oh no, you would not be impressed for very much longer I’m afraid. I was a little boy when I started writing and I was pretty angry at times. I think that there might be a whole book where I just wrote ‘F’ you everybody throughout the book. I was a very angry teenager.” I try explaining my troubled past only briefly. She laughs.
“You and me both, I was so angry but I was never allowed to get angry. Make sense of that,” she adds.
“I can’t even imagine holding in my rage like that, especially when I was younger.”
“Just how did you go from writing poems in journals to…uh, the way you are now?” She asks.
“You want to know why I became a criminal?” I say and she nods. “Honestly, I don’t really remember why exactly. I just think it was out of necessity. Or at least that’s what I told myself in the beginning but truthfully I was stupid, and I don’t want to be stupid anymore. I was numb and now I want to feel again like when I used to write.”
